The reader cannot/does not speak in this and uses sign language.
You signed what you were saying to the man in front of you, when you finished, you looked to your translator. The translator was irritating, constantly screwing up, but your parents paid them to follow you like a lost puppy.
My name is (Y/n). I was sent to kill you. You waited for the translator to sign back to you.
He says "I know." You sighed. You watched the man speak, you could make out some words but you were terrible at lip reading.
I doubt I will be able to kill you, not that I would want to. The translator spoke to him again and you waited a while. The translator asked you to sign again and you did so.
Why don't you want to kill me?
Your eyes snapped to the dark haired man in front of you.
You can understand me? He nodded. You stepped closer.
You seem surprised.
I am. You looked him up and down. He was dressed in a nice suit, looked quite nice. You waved away your translator, signing to them that you didn't need them for now. Can we walk somewhere? I want to get away from my translator. He nodded and gestured for you to follow him.
You walked through the corridors of a local museum. Even though it was sunny, neither of you were comfortable being out in a place so open.
Why don't you want to kill me? You shrugged. How much were you going to get?
Fourteen Million. He stopped and looked at you with eyebrows raised.
I can find you better deals than that, if you would like. It was your turn to stop in shock.
Would you really do that? You barely know me. He nodded and you smiled. Thank you, John Wick.
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